Chapter 2 | Cute

I carved a line on the wall, using the sharp knife. I have been doing this for hours, carving lines onto the wall of the basement. Yes, the place where Joker tortures Robin.

"He's using you," I heard Batsy's infamous sidekick speak again. "He doesn't love people. He is a killer."

"For the last time, shut up before I fûcking carve my name on your forehead." I said, and continued carving lines on the wall.

He is so annoying.

The devil in my head said. "Yeah." I replied.

Might just kill him and get over with it.

"No." I said. "Puddin will do that job."

She's right.

The angel said, in her sweet, soft voice and I smiled, continuing my work.

"68...69..." I counted while doing it, waiting for Puddin to come down here soon. He was having a meeting with his fellow men. Being here, I have learned he conducts meeting to either bring out the betrayers in his men, and kill them right there or do plans to kill the batman.

His men always hoped it was the latter, well, right now its the latter and I know that. No gunshots so far. Meanwhile, I felt bored and decided to pay dear Robin a visit, who I thought would have died after three weeks of torturing since his capture, but he is still surviving. And, Puddin doesn't want him to die easily.

"Harleen." Robin said, "Harleen Quinzel."

I paused in my work and pursed my lips in frustration. He is just tap dancing on my nerves right now. "My name is Harley."

"I can help you escape. Come with me. You don't need him." Robin said, his raspy voice telling me that he was desperately thirsty and yet he didn't ask for a single drop of water. His face was full of old stained blood of his, his attire was torn here and there, there were cuts and bruises everywhere on his body and he had a black eye.

Puddin is so good at this.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do with my life because the last time I checked," I paused. "You don't own me."

"97...98..." I continued carving, trying to reach the number 127, the total amount of people I have killed so far. I was scared I would lost count of them and I was too bored, so I thought of doing this. Surely, Puddin wouldn't mind if I use his walls to remember my tally count.

The door to the basement creaked open, and I turned around to see Puddin coming in, with his purple leather coat, which made him look hotter than ever. He seemed happy. Looks like the meeting went well.

"Puddin!" I jumped and pointed at my work in the wall.

"Oh!" He cooed. "What is this?" He asked, curious as he looked at my markings, his strong muscular arm encircling my tiny waist.

"The number of people I have killed." I said. He seemed genuinly surprised, his lips curving into a proud smile.

"How many baby?"

"127." I said.

"Oh baby." He cooed. "I'm so proud of you. We are going to celebrate this."

"Aww.." I said, hugging him tightly. "Thank you puddin! You are the best." I said, and he laughed, before pulling away, his face turning towards the victim in the chair, the laughter in his eyes evaporating away, and then a wide evil grin formed on his face.

"Look." Mr. J said, before grabbing a tab from Mr. Frost's hand and showed it to Robin, who slowly lifted his head with difficulty to gaze upon it.

It was the news. The whole city of Gotham was searching for Robin and most of them doubt Joker, but they just can't find him. There was even a video of Batsy giving a speech about his lost partner, who everyone has concluded must have died right now. Batsy still didn't give up hope.

So touching, right?

Not.

I giggled, twirling my pink platinum blonde hair in my finger, looking at Robin's eyes glittering with tears, then he looked down to his feet, refusing to look at the video.

"Is someone crying?" Mr. J purred and then he patted Robin's head and pouted saying, "There there..."

I stifled a laugh.

Puddin is so funny.

I love him.

"Get your hands off me." Robin said, his teeth gritting, his expression of pure disgust and hatred. "You are going to die if you kill me."

"Oh yeah?" Mr. J asked, before bending his face down to be in his level, meeting Robin's eyes with pure glee etched on his face. "I am so scared. I don't want to die, I am innocent." He teased, taking out a knife from his pocket and placed it on Robin's neck.

"Should I send your eyes or your heart to Batsy?" Mr. J asked. "You choose."

"Oh!" I chimed in. "Send him his eyes Puddin! That would be so cool," I squealed and jumped in my spot, before giving a sweet smile towards Robin.

"Too late," Mr. J said, "My lady was faster than you." He winked at me, "Eyes it is then."

"Yay!" I squealed happily, and Mr. J placed his knife near the Robin's eye, and I shut my eyes closed, not wanting to see it.

"Honey," Mr. J called me and I peeked my eyes open. "Come here." He gestured for me to come over and I walked towards him. Once I was near him, he hugged me from behind and I giggled, he handed me the knife and held my arm. "Let's do it together." He whispered in my ear and I smiled goofily.

Aw, he is so sweet.

"Yuck!" I yelled. "It will be so disgusting." I whined, to which Mr. J laughed, his laughter bouncing off the walls of the basement, shivers running down my spine.

"Come on." He encouraged me. "Do what you want then." His arms still hugging me and I bit my lip, looking at him for a brief second to which he returned the same gaze, giving me an encouraging look.

With the knife in my hand, I held the knife towards Robin's head and carved I love Puddin, ignoring Robin's unmanly screams, Robin's pain was giving me pleasure and I was feeding off of it, his life was literally in my hands that second, I felt thrilled, I giggled, feeling happy, and his arms tightened around once he saw what I wrote.

"Aw, baby." Mr. J cooed, his hot breath falling on my ear, sending tingles all over my body. "You are so cute."

I giggled, watching the blood drip from Robin's forehead.

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Hello!

I ♡ Harley.

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